Come all you kind people, my story to hearWhat happened to me in June of this yearIt was poor Ellen SmithAnd how she was found with a ball in her heartLying cold on the groundIf I could go home, home to stayOn poor Ellen's grave, some flowers I would layIt was poor Ellen SmithAnd how she was found with a ball in her heartLying cold on the groundI come back this winter, my trial to standTo live or to die as the law may commandIt was poor Ellen SmithAnd how she was found with a ball in her heartLying cold on the groundIt's true I'm in jail, I'm a prisoner nowBut God is here with me and hears ever vowIt was poor Ellen SmithAnd how she was found with a ball in her heartLying cold on the ground